Yes well, I'm not supposed to be on, but frankly, I could give a rats ass. I really do not care anymore, because it seems no matter what I do or how I do it. I get blamed. I get yelled at. My feelings get stomped on. I get trashed. I'm a fish in a tank full of sharks. No matter where I try to swim, I'll get eaten anyways.
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath